"Mother, take your son."

Mother, take your son.

Mother, take your son who falters.

Mother, take your son who falters when you let him go.

Mother, take your son who falters when he’s left alone.

Mother, take your son and hold him tight.

Mother, take your son against your chest.

Mother, take your son, he’s falling free.

Mother, take your son to show you care.

Mother, take your son, he needs a home.

Mother, take your son and bring him close.

Mother, take your son who falters, hold him to your chest, when he’s falling free, bring him close and don’t let go.

Mother, he is alone.

Morningrise.

Part V.

If darkness be a plague, then I am plagued
If silence be a fear, I am afraid
The solid of these walls may only contrast
The soft of tender hands bled red with shame.

Part IV.

I remember you always
dancing at the fair
dark brown hair
eyes closed and ever
spinning in circles
turning, and slowly
walk towards you only
to be less a coward...

(unfinished)